Wednesday, June 27, 2012
A few people have asked me how my bet with Fire Man is going. Well, I'll tell you.
It's not good.
Actually, I'm not really sure. I sent him a text this morning but he hasn't responded yet. Last week was our first weigh-in and I had lost 1.5 pounds. I was pretty excited. But he had lost 2 pounds. This week I've lost 2.5 but I think most of that is water weight from my weekend dehydration spell. We'll see!
I am still determined to not let Fire Man win. He has the upper hand. I'm the underdog. The odds are ever in his favor.
But if he wins, he will never let me forget it. We can't have that now, can we? Nope. I MUST win. I don't want "Remember that time I lost weight faster than you?" texts. Also, I like my money. I'd like to keep it in my bank account.
Money is pretty.
Besides, I'm much better at mocking than I am at being mocked - although I am pretty comfortable either way.
In other more disgusting news, I am peeling. My sunburn has gotten to the point where it is falling off. I hate it. I feel like a reptile. My skin is rough and scaly and where it isn't rough and scaling, it's shedding. Ugh. I wish my sunblock had worked. Next time I'll buy brand new stuff just before I go.
Ooooh....maybe shedding my skin will cause more weight loss!
Just kidding. I know it won't. But that'd be awesome if it did.
You know what hurts the worst when your back, arms, neck, and shoulders are sunburned??
Sports bras. Seriously. At the gym on Monday I felt like someone was rubbing my skin with sandpaper. And then the sweat stung my poor skin too.
I can't wait until this burn is gone.